Lyrics Original text:
Method Man]
It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down.
[Xzibit]
When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top
Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out
And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett loco
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po
Chorus: Method Man
Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
[Jayo Felony]
?? got the pot to piss in, keeping it next to your name and her gums
It's the Dulo Gang bitch, who the fuck want some
You got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
If you ain't talkin bout shit
Then I'ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy, bitch yeah thats what you gon' call me
I ain't no simp or a wimp
I'ma motherfuckin pimp
terrorising my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me crossed the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft
on ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
you got My name in your mouth, so you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
My name is Bullet Loco and this is my opinion
I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!
Chorus
[Xzibit]
I don't save or pray, or ? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin
I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)
Chorus
Note Lyrics:
Method Man]
This is the methodology of the house! Ha, yes ah, decomposition.
[Xzibit]
When all that to do so, we kun 'is the most
Reasons we do not stop now, lock it, hit the spot
And clown; Niggas relyin special effects
Although the khaki and chronic, have been son of a bitch, or breaking up their neck
Mobile did not break up the crowd sweating
Industry trends in order to Beretta in order to maintain the deck
Reasons you never know when Xzibit move set to go
Do not be afraid, as long as prepare and maintain calm
In a nightclub, you do not go out on the Round
You try to give the school and make a certain amount
However, the final part, I simply do not know it
I guess it's really difficult to talk about Dick in your mouth
Light weight, like candy, a steady test motherfuckers who is not ready
In order to cope with the legendary
Soopafly, master of ceremonies, and deception bullett
Shot callers, clear the block as we Tai Po
Chorus: Method Man
Round and round we go, but does not stop
Until we all get dough, come on, so hot
Cat girl pop, pop-up cat
Licking the pus pop-under, pop music, pop music!
To find your smell good, buttocks
The type of nigga to pull out of the bottom of its rapid
So hot, baby girl pop sepsis, septic pop
Licking the ball of pus pop, pop pop!
[Jayo felony]
By the pot to urinate in, and maintain your name next to the gums and her
This is a post Dulo female, who is the hell you want some
Do you have titties and ass
However, Dick and received some cash
If you are not talking about race dog feces
Then I smash, bitch
Third, for me, bitch, you my property
Jayo felony father is not no one stoppin me
I said, Dad, most people in favor of female-kun you 'give me a call
Traditional or not I am not wimp
I motherfuckin pimp
My hoe intimidation so that they fall off the high-high heels
You for allowing me to cross the hell up, if you think I am soft-Brian
Of Asia, I find it very hard on my hoes, that is, how self-evident
Female, stand up and take off your toes, and let my 6
You have my name in your mouth, so you may have to break the bread
Dulo niggas only know what the first
My name is the sale of bullets, this is my opinion
I am from SD and Dulo is my religion
Is a B-B-B - atch!
Choir
[Xzibit]
I do not save or pray, or Clothes
All I really want to do is win the game, hell hoe!
In Jamaica, in the villa and a half months to Kira
And cocaine dealer, layin low legal
See this all comes down to who's quick to draw first
Attention to the prevention, ridin in a hearse
10 you know that I, Mr.
4000 yuan son of a bitch to pop free of the cat
Disfunctional member of the family tree Alkoholik
Son of a bitch always help, Wudang, killing bees
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At Ramada, so you trying to Donna
Cheese, on your hands and knees
, We kick back and burn some trees
Crazy shouting, Xzibit's not the kind of result will be treatin
I am a Alkoholic, I am late for my meeting
(Come on, this!)
Choir
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